[Part I: All Said & Done]

[Intro: Tawatha Agee]
Oh, the rain
Oh yeah

[Hook: Neem & Tawatha Agee]
All said, and done
This is how it's supposed to go
Why you acting all emotional? Oh
All said, and done

[Verse 1: Playz]
You know I'm numero uno with the fly talk
Bar lord, Star Wars, Luke Skywalk
I slide off, jump on the jetty and fly off
You should have a app on your phone, iLost
And I'm 'bout to get the champion plaque
The champion back, hoodie on, Champion black
Every song that I'm on, it's a sample of crack
Talent still exists, I am an example of that, facts
I've always been the same, I ain't changed yet
I skate across the track like Wayne Gret'
Lil homie, your life is a train wreck
I be kicked back, smoking on train wreck
The word around town is I'm very nice
And how I'm catching the vibe is like Jerry Rice
I love women, I mingle with every type
I lay the foundation and then bury pipe
I got soul on the song, young Barry White
I wore every Adidas and bought every Nike
Yeah, the heavyweight champ is here
I arrive so all you see is hands in air
Shit rare light beaming off the chandelier
You can't compare, you lighter than cans of beer
Brodie I took the title and it can't be shared
[Hook: Neem & Tawatha Agee, Playz & Juelz Santana]
All said, and done (We won)
This is how it's supposed to go
Why you acting all emotional? Oh
All said, and done
You playing the Pokonos
And never seen the coast before, oh
All said, and done
Ride the wave, ain't supposed to row
You never been on a boat before, woah
All said, and done
This is how it's supposed to go
Why you acting all emotional? Oh (Santana)
All said, and done (Y'all n***as know me, yeah)

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
All said and done, they all said I'm done
Bet I be the one when it's all said and done
Been that n***a, plus the best is yet to come
Still living for today 'case tomorrow never come
Wonder if my prayers for better days ever come
Then we elected Trump, fuck
Turn on the news, all you hear is another one
Cold cops, Khaled how they killing us
Straight out of Harlem, you know the birth place
Better than you n***as on my worst day
So fly, you would think every day was my birthday
Not to mention how I get it, I serve cake
N***as playing get scraped like the work plate
Or the bottom of the pot when the work's made
Oh he's back in his bag
Wait, did I do that?
Dropping heat unexpected like the LV Supreme collab
Some would say most of these emcees is trash
Look at all these weirdos, I'm just sitting back
Getting brain like look at all these scarecrows
[Hook: Neem & Tawatha Agee & Juelz Santana]
All said, and done
This is how it's supposed to go
Why you acting all emotional? Oh (Get back, boy)
All said, and done (You heard?)
You playing the Pokonos
And never seen the coast before, oh (Yeah)
All said, and done
Ride the wave, ain't supposed to row
You never been on a boat before, woah
All said, and done
This is how it's supposed to go
Why you acting all emotional? Oh
All said, and done

[Outro: Juelz Santana]
We tryna celebrate
Good living n***a

[Part II: JFK's 8 Ball Outro]

[Intro: JFK]
(Statik Selektah)
Yeah, what
As we journey on
On and on and on and on
Yeah, Statik
JFK, y'all
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
[Verse: JFK]
Running through life trying to find my true speed
And there's too many R.I.Ps across my news feed
I try to succeed, not be above that stress
But it's always devils screaming that they so blessed
They try to bury you, never let you see the light
Do they even listen? Wonder why I even write
And at night, I toss and turn
And every day I understand, value every lesson learned
I'm eyeing the finish line, I swear I'm gonna finish mine
In a minute's time, nothing comes to a timid mind
We live to die, gotta balance regret
Adjust to the change, yeah the biggest challenge yet
Traces of hate circulating the circus
Monkey suits with no purpose, so deep, my thoughts can't surface
Under the hood, all wrecking service
In the fast lane, buck fifty where the curb is, spitting verses
All the way up, but look what's beneath you
They'll set you up then beat you, take your drugs and tweet you
You a weak dude, do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
Rattle snakes, from Austin to Brooklyn
This game will leave you vacant, shaking
Plus I heard the rats got a taste for the bacon
Do a football never have your whole body aching?
Living life on the edge surrounded by razor, Gillette Stadium
Word

[Outro: JFK]
Yeah, whether you're stripes or solid
Keep your eyes on the 8 ball
Where the losers rack and the winners break
This is album number 8